1. The Windbags
The day broke. As beautiful as if it were processed in Photoshop. The warm sun was
above the skyscrapers and dazzling sunbeams were striking her rosy face pleasantly as
she strolled down the picturesque street. Her hair became as dazzling as the
aforementioned sun above this marvellous city. As marvellous as she was when he has
seen her for the first time.
Whereas she seemed to be a lady from some sort of a medieval fairy tale, Rory
seemed to be a typical chap, whom you may meet everywhere. As a typical chap, he was
just beginning his typical, quite boring day. The clock struck ten and he was gazing
through the window of his terraced house, drinking bitter coffee, as bitter as his
existence here.
'Oh, my dear, could you finish feeding the baby now? ' asked Mary, his wife. ' I'm popping
out for a while, just to borrow some salt...'
'Gosh, remember that I'm also going out!' he roared. ' The salt may wait, as well as your
gossip, for Goodness sake!'
'What's wrong with you?' asked the wife.
But he put the cup on the table and darted rapidly, taking his file. He' d better not waste
his precious time. Muttering something angrily, he left the flat. Yes, anything would be
better than sitting with that windbag and desperately trying to dissemble your
contempt. Suddenly, he heard squeaking:
'Good morning, Mr. Smith. Nice weather, isn't it? Have you read about new kind of
banana?' asked Sheila, his neighbour.
'No, I haven't and it's no concern of mine. Anything else? I'm in a hurry.' said Rory harshly.
The young student lowered her head sulkily and slowly went to the lift.

2. 'Babies, bananas, perhaps pink-azure fish... what else can they make up?' he thought.
His melancholy evaporated temporarily at work, where he was introduced a new fellow
worker. Temporarily...
At home, Rory was astonished at the sight of the multitude of his neighbours
chatting incessantly...
'My daughter has a hearty appetite. Yesterday, she devoured all the sausage we had...'
'Poor child! Didn't she get indigestion?'
'May I interrupt? Cause I saw different kinds of sausages, black, green and yellow...'
'Oh, green sausages! What a work of art!'
Too many words for today.
The womanish congregation didn't even notice Rory as he left the flat.
Coincidentally, he met his new colleague.
'Hello.' she said.
This was enough and he was sure that it meant much more than simply 'Hello'...